what a cliqué | wilbur soot x male reader

9. Nightmares

TW: SA, nightmares, past relationships, panic attacks.

Y/N's POV:

thought you could run away, hm?

what do you want-?

you.

what?

i want you, baby.

stop.

i've missed your body. i'll make you feel good, you know you miss me too.

don't fucking touch me! i don't miss you.

slut.
let's get these jeans off, shall we?

stop it! stop it!

shut up. enjoy this.

no! no! stop! please please.

"STOP! PLEASE! STOP, DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME!" i screamed, sitting up. i was shaking, trying to catching my breath, clawing at my arms and legs.
it was dream.
"darling, darling! look at me. what happened?!" wilbur asked frantically, he held my shoulders but i flinched and backed away.
"oh angel.." he whispered. i started sobbing, looking around. i realized that i was in wilbur's room. i looked at him, even though it was hard to see him because the room was dark. i held my arms out and put my hands on the sides of his face.
"it was a dream...just a dream." i croaked. wilbur put his hand over my right, letting out a sigh.
"you're ok. you're safe, love. i'm right here." he tearfully said. i pull my hands away from his face, and look down at my lap. wilbur went in to hug me but hesitated.
"love? can i touch you..?" he questioned, with glossy eyes.
i look up at him and nod slowly, he immediately pulls me into a hug, holding me close. i wrap my arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder. he stroked his hand through my hair, holding me tighter.
"shhh, you're ok." he whispers, soft sobs leaving his lips.
"you're shaking, love..." he cried. i lift my head, looking at him. he pulls away from the hug and looks at me.
"i'm so sorry, i'm sorry i'm sorry." i sobbed harder. my throat started closing up, it was getting harder to breathe, everything ached. i gripped the arms of my hoodie, tightly.
"angel..listen to me. you're panicking. follow my breathing, in for 4 out for 4, ok?" he whispers.
i look at him and nod.
i follow his breathing, trying to calm myself down. my heavy sobs eventually turn into soft sniffles.
wilbur put his hand on my arm, giving me a small smile.
"do you wanna talk about it?" he softly asks. i contemplated for a minute, but i nod.
"ok, take your time." he says.
i take a deep breath and look at him, scooting closer.
"i had a dream that jay was...forcing me into..you know..and, i kept trying to tell him to stop but he- he wouldn't. i tried! i really tried! but then i woke up.." i croaked, tears rolling down my cheeks.
"darling..i'm so fucking sorry this happened. you don't deserve it." wilbur sobbed, holding his hand over his mouth.
"why are you sorry, love? i'm sorry for dumping my stupid trauma onto you! i'm so sorry.." i wailed, hugging my arms.
wilbur gasped, shaking his head.
"darling, no. you don't need to be sorry, for any of this. it's not your fault, at all. you don't deserve any of this. that bastard, jay, should be the one who is sorry for conflicting all of this onto you." he sobbed, in a stern tone.
"you deserve the world, love. and i am so lucky to have you in my life. i love you, so much."
i was taken back by those words, but they made me feel...so much better.
"i love you more. i'm so happy i met you." i softly sob, a small smile tugging at my lips.
wilbur leans over to his bedside table and turns on the lamp. it immediately aluminates the room.

Wilbur's POV:

i turn the lamp on and i finally see y/n's face. it was tear stained, his eyes were red and glossy and he looked exhausted...my darling..
"oh darling.." i whisper, tears pooling into my eyes again.
"i look terrible, don't i?" he chuckles, sadly. i shake my head.
"don't say that." i place my hand on his cheek, caressing it with my thumb.
"i told you! when you cry, i cry! wipe away those tears." he softly said, wiping away my tears with the sleeve of his hoodie. i chuckle at this.
"what time is it?" he questions, looking around for his phone. i reach for my phone, sitting on my bedside table.
"it's 4:32" i said.
"i don't think you should go to work tomorrow..in case you have another panic attack or you..run into him." i resent that bastard's name.
i hear y/n sigh before replying.
"i think you're right. i'll call my manager later." he looks down at his lap, scratching the palm of his hand. i gently pull his hand away.
"don't stress, angel. she'll understand." i said softly. he looked up at me and nodded.

i get y/n a glass of water from the kitchen and hand it to him. he takes a few sips and sets it down.
"will?" he asks
"hm?"
"can you..lay with me until i fall asleep?" he ponders. i smile at him before sitting back down on my bed, leaning over and pecking his lips.
"of course. if you wake up again, i'll be right here." i said before laying down, opening up my arms.
he smiles down at me and snuggles into my chest.
i kiss the top of his head before leaning over and turning off the lamp.

"i love you, darling." he mumbles into my chest. i smile to myself.
"i love you too, angel."

A/N

i cried while writing this. :,)